Rubbish
March 15, 2006 by lorddeathchin
This is rubbish,
Absolutely rubbish,
3 days I’m here,
without work what so ever.
First he was absent,
Then he thought I’m an irritant,
Now he said wait a moment,
I’m getting fed up with this arrangement.
My morale is at an all time low,
Barely waking up even with the rooster crow,
writing poems now is all i know,
The brain screaming ‘Let’s get up and go!’
Too much work gives a person stress,
Absolutely no work makes me fee like I’m a pest!
If I’m to choose which is the best,
Give me some stress so I won’t be such a mess!
